-10 years later-
Things had been going pretty well for Kurt. Well, if pretty well means world-famous Broadway star, winner of numerous Tony’s, who had got large roles in several films which had won several Golden Globes, and constantly followed around by paparazzi. Today was one of the few days when nobody had recognized him. It helped that it was Valentine’s Day, so everyone was focussed on their partners, and that it was freezing, so his scarf and hat were a pretty good disguise.
With all that had happened to him, Kurt never really had time to date. He didn’t exactly want to either, however much he tried to persuade himself he didn’t, he still loved Blaine. It had been a decade since Kurt had kissed those lips, or gazed into the hazel abyss that was his eyes. Kurt couldn’t forget him. It didn’t help that Blaine was now also world-famous, but as a singer, so he had thousands of screaming girls and paparazzi following him. Kurt couldn’t deny that he had been to one of Blaine’s shows; he couldn’t go 10 years without hearing his dreamy voice. Kurt had read several rumours in the papers about Blaine’s love life, but Blaine had said in interviews that they weren’t true. Blaine had said that he hadn’t dated anyone since junior year of high school. Every time Kurt heard this, he couldn’t help but be relieved, but annoyed. Annoyed with himself, for being relieved, and annoyed with Blaine because he clearly hadn’t done as Kurt had told him to that painful evening, and moved on.
This was why Kurt hated Valentine’s Day. Not because he was alone, because he hadn’t moved on, not properly.
Kurt stopped outside a small caf�, with only a couple of people inside. ‘This should be okay,’ he thought ‘hopefully they won’t recognise me.’ He walked up to the counter, ordered his coffee, and started walking up to a table in the back.
“Oh my gosh, I am so sorry!”
A man had walked into Kurt, and spilt his coffee over Kurt’s white jeans. Kurt wasn’t bothered about his jeans, he recognized that voice. The man looked up at Kurt, and Kurt looked into the beautiful orbs of hazel that he had missed so much.
“Blaine.” Kurt whispered
“Kurt.” Blaine replied, staring into Kurt’s eyes.
The waitress chose that moment to walk over to clean the mess.
“Oh my god, you’re Kurt Hummel! And you’re Blaine Anderson!” she squealed.
They went into fan-greeting mode, said hello, signed her notepad and apologised for the mess. Then they sat at the table in the far corner.
“Hi.” Kurt whispered, still in shock.
“I missed you.” Blaine simply replied.
Kurt was taken aback. “I missed you too. A lot. I still wear the llama pin you gave me; you were right, it does remind me of you.”
Blaine blushed. “I’m glad. I didn’t want you to forget me, when you moved here, and started on your road to success it seems. I told you you’d make it.” He smiled.
“You didn’t do too badly for yourself Blaine Warbler.” Kurt grinned
“It seems not. You were my inspiration though, you always told me I’d make it big, and I did.”
“It wasn’t me, you did it yourself. That’s what I love about you, you’re determined.”
Blaine ignored that Kurt said “love” instead of “loved”, he was sure it was just a slip of the tongue; Kurt didn’t still love him. Did he? Blaine carried on regardless.
“You’re so much more determined than me, Kurt. Everyone told you that you wouldn’t make it, and here you are, in the Big Apple, with everything you ever dreamed of.”
“Not everything.” Kurt whispered, barely loud enough for Blaine to hear, but he did.
“You’re doing the thing you love, you’re in the place that you love, what are you missing?”
“You.” Kurt whispered, but Blaine didn’t hear this time.
“Pardon?”
“You.” Kurt said louder. “I miss you Blaine, I’m still in love with you. I know I told you to get over me, and find someone new, but I couldn’t do the same. I miss everything about you, your Disney obsession, your eyes, your voice, your lips on mine…”
Kurt couldn’t continue. Blaine had reached over the table, pulled Kurt towards him, and now their lips were connected. Kurt felt like all the pieces of the puzzle that was his life had been put in place, and didn’t want this moment to end.
Blaine pulled back slightly.
“Be my valentine?” he whispered against Kurt’s lips
“Yes.” Kurt replied, slightly breathlessly. “You were my first valentine, and my only.”
Blaine leaned in again.